Been to Little India once but I never knew there was more to this hidden gem than meets the eye. Interesting. Never has there been a place like Little India where a whole barrage of colors and activity gather in one epic pothole. Hindu Temple, Mosque and Chinese Temple are just round the corner at one densely populated settlement. There’s so much to see. Beer bottles and tables in a mess. Who drank from them and who was seated there the night before? Garlands making and fruit selling and photographers shooting. And there’s the wet markets – bursting with activity from meat sellers hankering for business and customers, Singaporeans and Caucasians looking for the best deals. There’s so much to see, smell and hear. There is magic even in the seemingly ordinary of things.

PHOTO: Reuel Eugene Tay (The Streets of Hongdae, Seoul, South Korea)

While sojourning on earth in this short period-of-a-life that we have, have you ever have those moments where you see distinct faces that seem to etch into your mind? Days like this, I walk down a street minding my own business but see a face that seemed to strike a chord in my mind, or leave a deep impression, or so I think. Some may induce deja-vu, [Some are really pretty,] some gives a very homely, familiar feeling as though you have known them for a long time, but as a matter of factly have never met him or her before.

But the queer thing is, these faces never stay in our heads as long as we believe them to, and we forget them soon after.

But life is so interesting. This stranger one cross paths with every now and then – may become a close friend in the future, that stranger over there may become one’s life partner in the future. Who knows what the future beckons?